Sean Bowden. The sound of footsteps behind the closed auditorium door reminded me of the reason I came in today. A new generation of physicians emerged from the auditorium, their hands eager to learn and heal.

Haruna Choijilsuren. They say that grief is like butter in a pastry, heavy and solid, until it gets folded in, and gently flavoring our experiences. Unfortunately, I have never made pastries before.

Abigail Denike. Sam and I had always loved whales. We watched them together from his kitchen window while licking out the centers of double-stuffed Oreos.